Judge of the Song Dynasty Chapter 468: When opera was born

Hey young! This Weng son-in-law really has a story!

Zhang Fei couldn't help looking at Sima Guang beside him with gossip, but before he opened his mouth, Sima Guang stared back.

"Get busy with you."

"Yes, then...then I will excuse you first."

Zhang Fei cupped his hands slightly, turned and left with a trace of curiosity.

He looked around for a while, and suddenly caught sight of Fan Zheng who was busy, and immediately walked over, "Da Fan."

"The third brother is here."

Fan Zheng cupped his hands, panting slightly.

Zhang Fei looked at him sweating profusely, and asked: "You are a dignified alumni, why are you so busy, where is your calmness in the past?"

Fan Zheng smiled wryly and said, "Third brother, don't you see who these people are? They are not the current prime ministers, but they are the prime ministers who have become official, or they are the sons of the prime ministers. I have to be more careful, but don't Something is going to happen."

The voice was trembling. Although the Baifan Building was the first building in Bianjing, this was the first time I had seen such a scene. Poor prime ministers like Sima Guang rarely came here.

Zhang Fei turned his head to look carefully again, and it was really so. Even Wang Anshi was here. He was standing with Han Jiang and several academicians of the Imperial Academy at this time. Let the ground be high."

Fan Zhengdao: "I've heard of this. When Duke Yan was in office, he promoted many people. Duke Fan back then, now Duke Fu, Duke Wen, Bachelor Wang, and Bachelor Sima have all received his favor. .”

Indeed!

It can be said that Yan Shu promoted three generations of prime ministers for the Song Dynasty.

On the point of knowing the pearl with the eyes, Yan Shu really has never convinced anyone.

But in fact, this is only a secondary reason. The main reason is Zhang Fei himself. When it came to this matter, it happened to come over for a while, so there is today's grand event.

This is really in the dark, with its own arrangement.

Zhang Fei couldn't help saying: "Since you know, you should be fully prepared, why are you in such a hurry."

"It's all about one thing."

Fan Zheng said depressedly: "Yan Gong's collection of poems can be bought in every bookstore in the past. It is not a rare thing. How could it alarm these prime ministers and scholar-bureaucrats. I thought it was most likely to attract those young masters to come and watch it. Where is it?" I know... oh... this time I really made a mistake."

Zhang Fei hehe said: "Don't be too nervous, I often deal with prime ministers like them, the more high-ranking people are, the less they will care about these small things."

Fan Zheng has always been cautious, but not as big-hearted as Zhang Fei, "It's better to be more careful!"

When Zhang Fei saw him talking, he couldn't help but cast his eyes left and right, and asked again: "That's right! Are they here in Ya Nei?"

Fan Zhengdao: "I've come here a long time ago, brother Xiaochun and the others will prepare later."

Zhang Fei wondered: "Is Ya Nei so caring?"

Fan Zheng smiled and said in a low voice: "The Ya Nei just wants others to know that he is also a part of today's opera performance."

"I see!"

Zhang Fei suddenly realized, "This is like his style, that's fine, I'll go to the backstage to have a look, so I won't bother you."

Fan Zheng nodded.

He was about to go to the backstage to find Cao Dongdong for a drink and a fart, but on the way, he was called over by Wang Anshi and the others.

"Boy Zhang San has met the Grand Master Wang, Han Temple..."

"That's it!"

Before Zhang Fei reported his official name, Wang Anshi waved his hand, "I heard that you made this opera again?"

Zhang Fei said with a sneer: "I just came up with an idea, the specific arrangement was designed by Mr. Yan Xiao and the others."

Han Jiang asked: "What do you mean by opera?"

Zhang Fei explained: "To put it simply, it is to find someone to interpret the background or story of each poem, hoping that people can be immersive, just like...!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger upwards, "As it is said in the poem, there is nothing to do but the flowers fall, and the swallows return like deja vu. People cannot avoid life, old age, sickness and death, but poetry and stories can last forever in the world."

"So that's how it is." Han Jiang stroked the goat's beard and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to make a lot of achievements in poetry."

On the side, Lu Gong said with a smile: "I can't help myself, the wind is blowing in the west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers, but that's what he did."

Han Jiang was surprised: "Really?"

Sima Guang and the others just laughed and said nothing.

Based on their understanding of Zhang Fei, they all thought that this poem should not be written by Zhang Fei. Kind of quatrains.

Genius is not the law of heaven!

When Zhang Fei saw that there was a hint of sarcasm in their eyes, this strong personality came up again. Anyway, the idol has not yet been born, so he cupped his hands and said: "No! It's what I did. In my opinion, this word is The painting in the poem can be understood or expressed in words.”

"A picture in a poem?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Fei nodded and said: "Reading poems is more about connecting with the author's heart, and when reading words, pictures will appear in the mind involuntarily. If the poems are regarded as one, then the words are the paintings in the poems.

Especially Yan Gong’s Ci, which is even more immersive, so I thought of showing Yan Gong’s Ci in a deductive way. I even dare to conclude that once my operas come out, my Song Ci will definitely improve. Floors are more widely circulated than Tang poems. "

Speaking of the back, it is full of pride.

But you have to know that in front of him is a group of big names in the literary world. If we want to improve our words, we have to rely on you, kid?

Is that what you mean?

It's crazy.

"Your boy is a bit arrogant!" Only one person walked over.

This person's name is Wang Gui, who was also supported by Yan Shu, and is currently a bachelor of the Imperial Academy.

Of course, he also has another identity, that is Li Qingzhao's grandfather.

But Zhang Fei doesn't know, otherwise, he will definitely give three points of respect, and said with a smile: "Let's wait and see."

As I was talking, I suddenly heard a sound of Dong upstairs.

Everyone looked up, but saw a woman on the second floor caressing the strings of the piano, and the soothing sound of the piano filled the air.

"Is this about to start?"

The guests who were standing together just now took their seats.

Actually, this is the meaning of this arrangement. The drama of the matter is about to begin, so hurry up and take your seats.

Soon, the building gradually became quiet.

Listening to the gradual change of the sound of the piano, the singing girl opened her mouth and sang: "A new song with a glass of wine, last year's weather was an old pavilion. When will the sun go down in the west? There is nothing to do. .”

Yan Jidao's song of birds and birds, Yan Shu's sad words, coupled with the melodious singing of the courtesan, seem to reverse time and space, pulling the thoughts of the scholar-bureaucrats on the first floor to the past.

But when everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing, they suddenly heard a heart-wrenching cry: "Lang Jun!"

Everyone woke up suddenly, looked down at the stage on the first floor, and saw a little young woman stepping through a false door with one hand, gently holding the door with one hand, and looking affectionately at the person in front who was carrying a burden. "Youth" talent, clear eyes full of autumn water, full of tears, filled with endless reluctance.

This scene aroused the hearts of the scholar bureaucrats and sons and brothers present.

Song Ci is written about the love in the boudoir and the pain of parting, so for them, this scene is really like reflecting the words into reality.

It was like opening a window for them, finally understanding what Zhang Fei meant by "deduction".

Looking at the parting couple on the stage, and seeing the young woman guarding her boudoir alone, looking forward to her return, one can't help feeling sad.

This scene made Zhang Fei's goosebumps all over the place, like a group of old people, watching life and death love and tearing up.

Zhang Fei, who grew up watching Meteor Garden, couldn't resonate with him at all. He first went to the back room, looking for Cao Dongdong and the others to have a few drinks, but this guy was busier than Fan Zheng, and he wanted to lie on the crack of the door. Peeking at the actor changing clothes, there is no time to talk to him.

Zhang Fei, who was looking for fun, came out, and suddenly found a familiar figure standing in front of the dark back door, walked over immediately, and said with a smile: "Fourth brother is also interested in this opera?"

This person is Ma Tianhao.

"I wanted to come here to join in the fun, but it turned out that all the prime ministers of the DPRK and China have come, so I can only stand here and take a look, and I will go back later."

There is no way, the people sitting inside are all nobles, and he, a rich businessman with tattoos on his face, can only stand here.

Speaking, Ma Tianhao looked at Zhang Fei again, "You are really cruel, too! Xiangguo Temple has never suffered such a big loss."

He knew very well in his heart that the salt note was Zhang Fei's fault.

Zhang Fei did not deny it either, and said: "They provoked it first, and I have shown mercy. Otherwise, their loss would be more than that."

Ma Tianhao said: "They didn't come after you, so why bother yourself, don't forget that our business will be favored by Xiangguo Temple!"

Zhang Fei said: "But they also made money to go. We are not puppets of Xiangguo Temple, but a cooperative relationship. Does the fourth brother want to work for Xiangguo Temple for the rest of his life?"

Ma Tianhao squinted and said with a smile, "What? You still want to instigate me?"

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "I just think that Xiangguo Temple's style of playing is outdated. What is popular now is our charity foundation. Fourth Brother should also plan for himself."

Ma Tianhao said: "One cannot be ungrateful!"

Zhang Fei said: "Xiangguo Temple is cooperating with me, never to help me, I don't owe them anything."

Ma Tianhao looked at him and said solemnly: "But I owe it."

Zhang Fei shrugged slightly and said no more.

Ma Tianhao said: "You have to understand that Xiangguo Temple lost to the imperial court this time, not to you in terms of business."

Zhang Fei said: "They forced me to do this, and I never thought of going against Xiangguo Temple."

Ma Tianhao said with a smile: "But Xiangguo Temple may not think so."

Zhang Fei said: "Fourth brother, have you heard what happened in the court recently?"

Ma Tianhao said: "You mean to let you go to the Northwest to be an official?"

Zhang Fei nodded and said: "This is my capital, so I think it's better to make money with harmony, otherwise, both sides may suffer."

Ma Tianhao looked at him in surprise, "Are you really going?"

Zhang Fei said: "Maybe."

Ma Tianhao said: "I advise you not to go, I have served as a soldier somewhere before, if I am not careful, I may be smashed to pieces!"

Zhang Fei said with a smile: "Wealth and wealth are in danger, and I am able to have what I am today, all because of spelling out."

Ma Tianhao didn't persuade him any more, he just said: "If you go, don't take the pony with you."

Zhang Fei said: "Don't worry, fourth brother, I won't take him there." He added in his heart, why should I take Xiao Ma there?

At this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again upstairs.

Just listen to the singing girl singing loudly again: "The chrysanthemums are worried about the smoke and the orchids weeping the dew, the curtains are cold, and the swallows fly away. , alone on a high-rise building, looking at the end of the world. If you want to send colored paper and rulers, where do you know where the mountains are long and the rivers are wide?"

When the lingering sound lingered, I only heard the excited voice from the third floor, "I knew it was this poem."

It turns out that according to the arrangement, at the end of a story, a song will be sung corresponding to it.

"Hehe...that brat is right, this opera is really unique."

Wang Anshi nodded approvingly.

Lu Gong couldn't help but also said: "This play mixes lyrics and music together, it is really immersive and wonderful."

Wen Yanbo said: "Not only that, but the arrangement of this play also makes the artistic conception of this poem more perfect. It may not be long before this opera will become popular all over the country."

At this time, no one really doubted this sentence.

This opera is really very appetizing to the scholar-bureaucrats. The key point is that it can make their ci more famous.

One song after another, one after another.

The guests were intoxicated, unable to extricate themselves, and some were emotional, and even secretly wiped the corners of their eyes.

It's like those children who watched idol dramas for the first time, they separated casually, and cried together. When they grew up, they realized that they were not crying for Aiqing, but for BMW.

It's another song!

Just as everyone was looking forward to the next performance, all of a sudden, the singing girls who had just performed on the stage came to the stage one after another, saluting to the surrounding guests.

This is gone?

It's fun to watch!

Sing a few more songs!

Whether it's the scholar-bureaucrats on the first floor or the young masters upstairs, all of them have something to say.

But when I asked about the time, two hours had passed.

Old people such as Fu Bi and Wen Yanbo, who came back to their senses, suddenly felt that their backs were sore and their legs were numb. They quickly stood up, stretched their muscles and bones, and were about to leave.

Suddenly, a few people came up with a wooden table. There were thick books on the table, especially the exquisite cover of the texture, which made the scholars and bureaucrats present widen their eyes again.

The performers on the stage each picked up a book, turned around, and showed the books in their hands.

A man with a mustache came up to the stage and beat the gongs and drums three times.

The people sitting here are very familiar with the sound of gongs and drums, this is a rush to buy!

Buying that book, and hearing the man's introduction, it turns out that this book is a collection of Yan Shu's poetry collection. Currently there are only a hundred copies, and it is not for sale. It can only be obtained today.

Always on sale.

"Phew... finally waiting for my favorite part."

Zhang Fei, who was drowsy, suddenly became energetic and looked nervously at the stage.

"I pay the usual money."

The crowd looked for the reputation, but they saw Na Fu standing in front of an elegant seat and shouting loudly.

Immediately, many sons were ready to move, and looking back, it was Fu Gong, so... forget it.

No accident, the rich family won the first book with consistent money.

Wen Yanbo won the second book with consistent money.

The third book, written by Lu Gong, won with a consistent amount of money.

Sima Guang and Wang Anshi didn't make a move. Since they both bought it, they can borrow it, so why waste the money.

.......

Hou Donglai, who personally escorted these books here not long ago, couldn't help but stare blankly at Zhang Fei, "Sanlang, this is different from what you said!"

Zhang Fei raised his head and looked towards the third floor, looking at the young man who was about to move but didn't dare to open his mouth, he couldn't help closing his eyes and sighing regretfully, "This wise man is sure to make a mistake!"